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About Turin

I ain’t gonna lie, I was vexed at first – why’s this ride gettin’ all the stares? Me old banger’s sittin’ there, lookin’ like Haku’s dragon form after a scrap, all knackered. But then, I clocked it – them whore cars ain’t just metal, they’re soul, innit! Like No-Face chuckin’ gold, they pull ya in. Little fact, yeah? Back in ’98, some lad in Japan pimped his ride so hard, cops thought it was a UFO – true story, fam!

"Fondamentale la collaborazione delle vittime del racket"

So, I’m caffeine-less and wandering down Via Roma, feeling like a zombie. I bump into this old guy, Signor Giuseppe. He’s always got some wild story about the good ol’ days. Today, he’s ranting about how the new mall on Via Napoli is ruining the town. I mean, I get it. Gentrification sucks. But c’mon, it’s just a mall! He’s waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m half-listening, half-trying to find a place to get my fix.

Frattaminore's Market Dispute